sleepless nights of a poet

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    sleepless nights of a poet
    I sit here
    I can’t sleep
    Thoughts race through my head
    Reach out
    Reach down
    Deep inside
    Grab one
    Hold on to it
    Write it down
    Let it unfold in your hands
    It practically writes itself
    Its aching to be uncovered
    To be explained
    To be related to
    To be understood

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    kdarcy commented on sleepless nights of a poet

    04-21-2009

    I would agree with that, when you leap out of bed because you left the pad and pen out of reach, otherwise you won't sleep ... a thought, possibly the greatest you ever had lost, even if only to yourself. Well done
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    copergirl commented on sleepless nights of a poet

    02-28-2009

    yes poetry in action moves itself! Very good! marlene
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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